A gentle breeze begins to blow,

Reminding me

That joy can coexist with sorrow.

A whisper of a brighter day,

Telling me

That grief's shadows can fade away.

A chance to find a silver lining,

Showing me

That life isn’t always shining.

A testament of profound appreciation,

Convincing me

That healing is a journey, and not a destination.

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